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The lit up arcade was filled with machines

It's inviting to a player with a pocket full of coins

If your pockets are low, you can still get high

Cheapened boards where my enemies seem actual

Curled up in a corner when the flashes start to flicker

Demented retribution, smoke leaks from the back chamber

The mescaline and formaldehyde compute to form the newest levels

Some experience death through an out-of-body

The boss emerges with work and new syringes

He combines his attacks like seizures

The lit screens and neons cast a glow

A strobe light effect from a flickering bulb

The butcher waits to show you pure casualties

Opening the gates between graphics and reality